Hospitality · Concept
Where the days keep their own time.
Eleven rooms above a walled garden, an hour from the city and a world away from it. Fires lit by four, breakfast until noon, and nowhere you have to be.
Eleven rooms above a walled garden, an hour from the city and a world away from it. Fires lit by four, breakfast until noon, and nowhere you have to be.
“Breakfast is the whole reason, and we take it seriously.”
Served eight til noon, in a room that catches the morning light.
Picked for the kitchen daily.
By the old orchard.
Honesty bar til late.
OS maps at reception.